I always wanted to be an astronaut. Even as a little girl, looking up at the stars, I'd imagine what was out there, what stories and adventures awaited the fortunate few who got to go. I grew up on tales of Armstrong and Conrad Jr., 'Buzz' Aldrin, Chaffee, Eisele, Cunningham; the great, luminary men whose bodies had escaped the bonds of Mother Earth and tasted the ultimate freedom of weightlessness. I admired them, I emulated them, and when I came of age, I pursued their achievements with a single-mindedness that bordered on obsession.

But in the end, I just didn't have it in me.

Oh, sure, I passed the physical with flying colors. I also fit the height requirements - 5'6, no sweat! I even managed to land a spot at a fairly prestigious university, where I achieved a master's degree in physical science. I was fit, healthy, eager and raring to go. At the recruitment office, they took one look at me, nodded, then one look at my transcript and shook their heads.

My grades just weren't high enough. From all the applicants they had, they could more or less pick and choose, and even though I was good, I wasn't great. The recruitment officer shook my hand, smiled and wished me well. He had no idea he was crushing my lifelong dream. To him, it was just another applicant being turned down. But to me, it was like watching him put a gun to my head. There was absolutely nothing I could do, but I was not ready to give up. I was not!

Now, I'm fairly good looking. Long, brown hair, big green eyes, a cute smile with pretty luscious lips-- what I'm saying is that it didn't take much to convince this middle-aged guy in front of me to give me a chance to prove my worth. A bit of flirting, some batting of my lashes, and before I knew it he was locking the door to the interview room and pulling out his cock. And no sooner had he done so than I was on my knees, swallowing his entire length like a cock-starved whore. I bobbed, I sucked, I licked and gagged. I made him feel like the biggest, baddest stud as I gasped and drooled over his cock, muttering filthy things and letting him fuck my throat with reckless abandon. And when he finally came, he did so straight down my throat, my lips wrapped around the base of his manhood as he pumped and gasped, jerked and grunted his way through a mind-blowing orgasm.

I left the building with the taste of cum and victory on my lips, and sure enough, a few days later I got a call inviting me to another interview, this time with one of the guys actually in charge of the space missions. It was a thrill to get to speak to him, and even more so when he told me that I had left quite an impression with the previous interviewer. My new contact had a nice, deep baritone, and an even nicer cock that he wasted no time pressing into my mouth once I arrived for the interview. I let him facefuck me for the better part of ten minutes, relishing the knowledge that each stroke of his thick cock was one step closer towards realizing my dream of flying among the stars. With his hands on my head, fingers wound tightly around my hair, he guided my head over his swollen member until he, too, delivered a load of spunk into my belly. I swallowed dutifully, kissed the crown of his dick and asked sweetly if I had got the job.

It wasn't that easy, of course. No sooner had I come home from blowing him than I received a phone call, inviting me to come back the next day. The whole board wanted to meet me, and naturally, I obliged. In the end, no one bothered to even look at my college transcripts. I simply moved from board member to board member, sucking their cocks and swallowing their cum underneath the table as they made inane smalltalk and laughed nervously. Afterwards, a few of them requested private interviews. I granted these as well.

Two months after I first set foot in the recruiting office, I signed the contract that would make me a full-fledged astronaut. By then, I had sucked at least a dozen cocks. Word spread, but once I signed those papers, I was not obliged to entertain the advances anymore. Of course, by then I had developed quite a taste for it, and rarely turned it down when someone dragged me into a broom closet and pulled out a gorgeous piece of meat. I was not ashamed that I had literally blown my way into outer space; it was where I belonged, after all. Sucking cock was just the simplest, easiest way to convince my new employers that that was the case.

And now, here I am. T-minus twenty. I'm strapped in, sitting on top of a giant rocket that is going to take me up to a space station where I will live for six months. I can feel a tight knot of excitement and, yes, fear, at the base of my stomach, but when I close my eyes and think back, I know that being here, seeing my dreams come to fruition, was worth every step, every late night cramming, every cumshot swallowed. I open my eyes again and look over at you, my companion on this trip. Soon, we will be alone in zero G. Have the rumors of my unusual employment reached you? And if so, are you nervous sitting next to me? I can only see your eyes, but they seem to twinkle and shine like tiny stars, and I grin at you, clutching my seat as the countdown sends us off.

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Liftoff!